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Another of the five main characters for the book I'm writing! Her name is Osiris Shadowhound, and she is a moon elven wizard, with many of the powers of a vampire.
Osiris is a brilliant scientist and logical problem-solver, but struggles to find solutions to emotional problems.
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Her mother pressed her lips together tightly, and changed the subject. Victory, thought Osiris. “There was an article in the Laiwilla Post today, I hear.”
Osiris had a passing fancy of informing her mother there was, in fact, an article in the Laiwilla Post every day, but replied instead, “I read it, yes. I’m concerned.”
“I imagine you are. So, Daughter, I presume you intend to resume your duties as the Nightwalker?” Each time her mother said the word daughter, níanwa, her knuckles grew a little whiter as she gripped the arms of the throne ever tighter.
“That is correct. I intend to contact my former allies and meet up with them in order that we might handle this rising threat,” Osiris explained. There was no question in Osiris’s tone; she was not asking for permission.
“You might recall that you are the only Lucaslindló we have,” warned Nephenee. Lucaslindló was an Ithilien term roughly translated as ‘Prince’ but more accurately translated as ‘Bearer of the Bloodline of the Twin Wolves’. Due to the unwieldy nature of the latter, most translators choose the former.
“I recall. Yet you, Mother, are the one who chose this task for me, not I,” Osiris reminded her. “The Black Dragon, the Dragon Ludarac Nightwalker, came to Castle Laiwilla. Remind me, Mother, what did he say when he came?”
The Denerîs of Lampranous narrowed her eyes, and recited, “‘O Wife of the Lucastura, as the prophecy ordains, wilt thou give me thy firstborn child, thus uniting our bloodlines, creating a Hero that might protect Rimǔndras from APYTHONAWAR the Demon King?’”
Osiris nodded. She remembered, of course. “And what did you do, Mother?”
Nephenee scowled. “I asked him, ‘And if I refuse?’ and he responded, ‘Then I will take thy family’s throne from thee and give it to whomever is willing.’ And I gave him my firstborn son—”
“Your firstborn daughter,” Osiris corrected.
“—to turn into the Nightwalker. So you might become one of the Heroes of Rimǔndras, but mainly to preserve the throne your bloodline has kept for a hundred generations.”
“That’s right,” Osiris agreed. “And now I continue the duties foisted upon me by your deal with the Black Dragon.”
“Yes,” said Nephenee, her eyes bright with sorrow. “I understand. I’m asking you to be careful.”
Osiris blinked. This, she hadn’t prepared for. After a too-long pause, in which she considered what type of trap her mother was setting for her, she cleared her throat and replied, “Right. Yes. I will.” The prince grimaced, feeling like she’d lost some sort of battle.
“You do not need my blessing, child, but you have it,” his mother added. “May the Mother feed you, may the Queen of Spiders clothe you, and may the Great Albatross guide your path.”
Osiris swallowed thickly. “Good day, Mother.” She turned, the tails of her heleða spinning in her wake, and walked from the throne room back to her study, defeat pressing its hands heavily upon her shoulders.
Gale and Halsin silly doodles (I saw a tiktok and immediately thought of Halsin)
Now,, Bear in mind.
Wait I just noticed in the tags of your final doodle batch! FE7 is your second favourite, so... which one is your top favourite?
Oh I'm quite basic. I think Houses is unfinished, unpolished, has uninspired maps and comically easy gameplay. It's ugly, it's slowwww, and it's a huge time sink. It also prioritizes what I find most important in stories: characters that earnestly engage with the world, and that are written to expand upon the lore but also to entertain the audience.
It's a balancing act of spewing exposition and emotionally connecting with the player- in games you often have characters that just feel like set dressing, like they don't have their own personal lives outside of the very room they inhabit, and I think people take for granted how difficult it can be to write characters that feel like part of a larger world, while still directing the player along a set storyline. To that end, of the FE games I've played, Houses has impressed me the most.
The reason why fictional empaths tend to be Captain Obvious is because they are so used to their powers telling them how someone feels that they lack the observation skills to pick on subtle cues AKA Empathy powers make you Autistic.
This is, I think, why they call it Hyperempathy.
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I'm losing my mind over catboy Ephraim
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There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.
best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere
During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well
Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.
Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.
So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).
This is wild from start to finish
I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)
My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.
i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show.
my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.
in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.
so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-
PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.
the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.
During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?
Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.
The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.
Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.
Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.
Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.
Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.
Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.
Sunday Night: Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.
Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.
In a dress rehearsal for Peter Pan, Wendy forgot one of her lines and started singing the star spangled banner and the audience was singing along and people got emotional
Once during the closing night of our high school production of south pacific, we were havin our pre-show pep talk, and our director reminded everyone (mostly seniors) not to go off script to try to be funny. Of course we had one lead who decided to ignore this advice. So during one scene where the sailors were “fishing” at the edge of the stage, he decides to pull up his rubber fish, make a comment about how it wasn’t big enough, and throw it back into the “ocean”, which of course, was the audience. Now, this probably wouldn’t have been too much of a problem if he had gently tossed it, since it would have landed right behind the pit. But naturalt, he decided that this fish had to break free in the most dramatic way possible, so he winds up and chucks this fucking foot-long rubber fish with all of his strength. So now imagine the stage crew, all of us huddled together, silently screaming as this limp fish goes sailing over the heads of the audience in what looks like a low-budget reenactment of free willy, only to slap some poor parent across the face. I swear, you could almost hear the chorus of “mmmm whatcha saaayyy” rising from all those backstage. From that moment on, all rubber fish were ferociously guarded by yours truly, under the direction of our stage manager.
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My Junior year of high school our drama club put on Peter Pan,which involved the construction of a small boat fashioned out of scrap wood,plaster and an old wagon. A few of the actors who were cast as pirates had to ride the boat-wagon down the aisle to the front of the theatre,which had a concrete floor that sloped. About halfway down the brake they were using to control their speed gave out,and they crashed into the front of the stage at high speed.The entire boat imploded. The actors just sat there in silence for at least a full 10 seconds in the midst of the wreckage before my friend Adena screamed “ABANDON SHIP” and they all jumped out and took off running.
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I was once in a production of “Hello Dolly!” and the two leads were complete jokers and would prank each other during rehearsals all the time. The rest of the cast never thought they would do that during a show, but they told the chorus (separately) that they each were planning to add some tongue into the final kiss between Dolly and Horace. Of course, we told neither of them about the other’s plan, so during the very last show, we were all waiting in the wings to see what would happen. What happened was we ended the show with the two leads violently frenching each other on stage as the curtain dropped. They started dating two weeks later.
Last year we did “Once Upon a Mattress” and the jester was supposed to do a somersault off of a stack of like 3 mattresses and then the minstrel and Lady Larken would be covered up with a blanket, but during one show the jester knocked down one of the mattresses and we had no time to fix it so we had to throw the mattress on top of them
when we did the nativity there was a scene where the donkey mary was to ride for the scene where she and joseph made the long journey to bethlehem DIED, so we replaced it with them just walking there. which would have been great, only mary wasn’t wearing one of those proper fake pregnancy bellies, she was just wearing some cushions stitched into a circle stuffed up her top, which would have stayed there…..if she were sat down/astride the donkey. what followed was these cushions (i think there were three) dropping out, one by one, on opening night, as they made their agonisingly slow crossing of the stage to slow, sad music, and tried to ignore that every few steps there’d be a plop and mary would stumble over a bit of what was supposed to be the unborn baby jesus.
When I was in 8th grade I was in a school production of ‘Guys and Dolls’. I was a missionary and had the first spoken line in the show. I was supposed to preach the line “resist the devil and he will flee from you; that is what the bible tells us” to a group of gamblers. What I said was, “RESIST THE BIBLE!” Then paused looking horrified for a good 10 seconds before stumbling through the rest of the line without correcting it. Every night of our preference was taped and I’m pretty sure most of the cast bought THAT night’s tape. Also my drama teacher high fived me. The worst part was, I did it AGAIN a couple nights later.
I've got polls now! what's your favorite flavor combination with savory/umami?
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I've been curious about people's favorite flavor profiles, so I'll be doing a series of polls where I ask for combos with each of the types of flavors, and then pit the winners against each other!
Obviously a lot of great foods are the combination of three or more tastes, but we're starting with two.
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Ferdinand and Hubert’s supports have been talked to death on here but literally nothing is funnier than the fact that their A+ support is directly outside Bernadetta’s bedroom. Imagine you’re trying to study for your Bow Knight certification and
Felix when Dimitri is having one of his self-sacrificing moments and he's forced to carry the entire chapter again.
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